you're on your own, kid... obx

009. grocery delivery

Erin, Zack, JJ, and Pope are on the dock, looking through the camera at John B and Kie who are in the water and they're testing the drone out.

"What's this right here?" JJ asks, going to touch a knob, but Pope smacks his hand.

"Don't touch that. I'm trying to work this thing out." Pope says.

"God bless geeks, Pope. Truly, man." JJ says. "What would we do without you to control the drones?"

"Either you or Zack would break it." Erin comments.

"Wow. Offended." Zack frowns.

"Such little faith in us." JJ says.

"Seriously." Zack scoffs.

"Technically, it's not a drone. It's an ROV." Pope corrects.

"Stop it. Stop it. It's too early for that right now." JJ tells him.

"Hey, look, once we get footage of the wreck, we'll bring it to a lawyer in town and file a formal claim." John B says.

"It's such bullshit. Why do we have to do that?" JJ asks.

"Well, there is maritime salvage law. You can't just go to the ocean floor and scoop a bunch of stuff up." Pope says.

"I know, I know. It's just lawyers aren't cheap, bro." JJ says.

"Well, as soon as they see the footage, they'll work for a comp." John B says.

"How do you know all that?" Kie asks.

"Cause my dad said it, like, a million times." John B says.

"Yeah, that's fair." Kie says, swimming to the dock and using the ladder to get out of the water.

"This tether is, like, really long." Pope says. "In the wrong weather, this thing could get pushed around."

"Then we'll go at dead calm." John B says.

"At slack tide?" Kie asks.

"So now, we just gotta wait around for the right weather." Pope says. "And today is not that day." Erin looks up at the dark, stormy clouds filling the sky as thunder distantly rumbles.

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"You kids get these groceries over to Figure Eight." Mr. Heyward orders, giving Pope a few bags of groceries. "Get straight back here when you're done. No fishin'. I promised delivery by this afternoon."

"Rich folks don't wanna wait for you lazy sons of..." Mr. Heyward stops when he turns back to find JJ with his arms out. "Aw, JJ, thank you." He gives the blonde some groceries. "Sons of bitches."

"Right." Pope nods.

After getting all the groceries, Pope started driving the boat towards Figure Eight.

"It doesn't even look like the storm hit there." Pope says, looking at a giant house.

"That's because they got generators, bro. Get used to it." JJ says. "And then they say the juice will be out all summer at the cut."

"It's nice to be a kook." Pope mutters.

"Lucky bastards." JJ comments.

"If only we could choose our parents." Zack mutters.

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JJ knocks on the front door of the house he's somewhat familiar. The door opens, Brooklyn standing there.

"Ugh. It had to be you?" JJ groans.

"Always nice seeing you, too, Maybank." Brooklyn retorts, rolling her eyes. Seeing his arms full of groceries, she walks off, and he trudges behind her.